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In 1995, I was riding along through the American West with my first boyfriend. We were on our way to the Rainbow Gathering in Carson National Forest in New Mexico. We saw a hitchhiker, vaguely military looking, and pulled over. Our rider was a man named Cody. He was a homeless Vietnam Veteran.

He had a Willie Nelson tape and we let him play it, as we were well sick of our Cranberries album and whatever else we had by then. We had been…

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Sylvia

Sylvia

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Observer. At your service on your Journey to the East. I exist somewhere between rural Scotland and the 49th dimension. Don’t forget to breathe.